[Gil-Galad]

Saruman

Memory of old
that I still hold:
That distant day - when he left valinor
Last glimpse of gold
turning to grey.

Followed my way:
Another day
another world
falling to dark. - journeyed eastwards
Shores of the sea;
just little spark
of jealousy. - jealous of the one ring

High hopes and light - beleived he would succeed
and the soul sold.
Power and pride.
All smooth and cold.

Glory and grace,
everything's gone: - was defeated
Weary old face,
voice but a moan; - lost his power after staff broken
dust in my eyes -
all that remained.

Going in circles.
Cannot be saved. - his spirit tries to go west but a strong wind constently pushes it east